L'art de L'âme
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Don't We All?
I wish to crumple the paper
and ring out the ink
so to drain the words
from the page
for a chance to escape
to an earlier time,
when history wasn't written,
it was lived.
© 2012 Kait
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Eternal Autumn
Sputtering, onyx bumps burst
releasing the aroma of carbon from
monotonous--meditating
leaf blowers on the backs of men, working
for a pleasant life, as they
stir orphaned, tangy harvest leaves,
scattering them on the sidewalks, I
swoon through the cerulean
chill of a November day.
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